But it's still on the list . . .

October 2013

10/10/2013

Ugh. It was all just little things when I left. Baggage can't be overweight at curb check unless you're flying first class. Couldn't find space in the economy lot, ended up in the garage. Checked bag at the counter, but overweight payment took forever, because it's outside the normal checkin process. Many people at PreCheck, including one dunderhead who decided to argue with the TSA. US Airways scheduled 6 flights to take off within 10 minutes of one another, and then put them at adjoining gates, so, gate delay. Took off to the west, which means a long taxi, and sixteen aircraft in front of us in line.

Asinine woman Amy behind me calling on phone while we are literally spinning up for take off. "Conceited bitch," her boyfriend called her apparently (as she told the same story to at least six people over the phone after we pushed back. Well, I guess he's right, if she thinks the rules don't apply her. Turn off your dam phone.

Anyway, I'm out here doing my job. Why am I so frustrated? None of those issues really prevented my arrival. In fact, we were a little early.

Probably because I'm so unsure of my relationship with JC at the moment. I think about where we are at, and I still have no idea where we are heading. I've said many times that I'm trying to make it through the holidays first, then we will see. But see what?

Crystal thinks that this whole "I'll leave if you want me to go" thing that JC is espousing is just her way of confirming that she's unloveable. Maybe so. I do know that I can't do some half measure trial separation.

Ugh.

Anyway.

The work here in Florida is done. My team member is retiring at the end of the year. Yup, he's just getting through the holidays, too.

It was nice to hear that she missed me while I was away.

I missed her, too. But not the drama. Not the stress. Not the insanity. And I guess I don't really feel missed either.